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We are each alone and together everywhere.
Not a molecule of you do I seek to contain...no;
refresh your beauty where you need,
for you travel like a wild vine
in search of falling light,
but your roots run deep into me.
I will bring you earth,
you bring me the beyond.
I'm scared to say those eight letters
I'm
Just
A
Hobby
You
Grew
Tired
Of.
Dressed in black,
I came to witness,
Every tear that fell,
All the bouquets they sent,
Photographs of old memories,
The twilight in the room,
Carefully chosen conversations,
The heading on the tombstone,
I am sorry for your loss,
I'm sorry it was me.
I'll be in the middle of doing my thing...
Look,
Honestly,
I'm looking at ****, ok?
And I'll see a girl
doing something you liked to do
And I think,
You liked that...
and in general,
it's a turn-on,
But now,
I just remember you
and I miss you
Not just for what this girl and you do,
but YOU.
I actually stop.
I stop and write a poem, for ****'s sake.
And I miss you.
I stumble over stones half blind,
I cannot see God's grand design;
But one day I'll have a higher view
Of all His mosiac's radiant hue**
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